This is my life. THIS is my life.
THAT IS MY LIFE, PEOPLE. BEING DENIED SWEET TREATS BECAUSE MY MUM WANTS ME TO KILL MYSELF. OR MOVE OUT. I'M NOT DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL YET, MUMMY, I'M NOT MOVING OUT.
BLOODY F*CKING HELL.
NOW I HAVE A TICKLE IN MY THROAT AND HAVE TO COUGH. CAN THIS SUNDAY GET ANY WORSE?
*queue rain storm*
I just want something sweet. There's nothing chocolatey in my house but Milo. And I already had a Milo. Why am I being punished like this. Why? WHY? WHY.
In the words of Bo Burnham, "F*ck my life, I don't f*ck my wife, so f*ck my wife and f*ck my life."
son oF A B*TCH.